Look, Harvey, A Crab! - Nazz



Got into town on the 445

I could hardly wait to arrive

Local yokel hippies start performing their tricks

I try to make it out on the 446



Luxurious accommodations, room and board

But I take no anger until I fall on the floor

Baskets, sea shells, anything became my bed

The local yokels and Jeanie jumped in just the same now



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